Cerita Nafsu Dewasa Novels & Stories

A moan escapes from me when I feel him slide it through my intimacy, the sensation excites me and more when his tongue keeps fiddling with my nipples, my legs move wanting more, he knows how to make my body desire it and that's what I love most about him. —Tonight... will be one of the many nights I will make you feel the most illicit pleasures, my wife. I spread my legs for him as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and succumb to the passion and desire I feel when I am with him. —Let's begin then.

"Lick it more, daddy!" I use my mind-reading, slipping into their thoughts. I could feel the caramel-skinned woman's desperation to be filled, the slim girl's need to please, and the black girl's craving for hard, rhythmic friction. I knew exactly what they wanted before they even asked. Cravings, fantasies, the exact spot that made them shake—it was all laid bare in my head. I flip the caramel-skinned woman over, gripping her hips and sliding my cóck deep into her tight, wet pûssy. She screams, her fingers digging into the sheets.

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

Come on, take off your pants, let me give you a reason why staying attentive and focused is so damn rewarding. Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about... do it, take off your clothes, slow and easy. Look at me while you do it... look at my big, milky boobs, look at how soft and squishy they are as I press them together for you. Oh, how I’d love someone to suck on my aching nipples now. Come on, baby, take off those boxers now... let’s see what kind of pressure you’ve been building up. Yeah, yeah... grab that waistband and slide those confining things off. And keep looking at me, yeah... look, my pussy is so wet and hot. Oh, it feels so good to stick two fingers in it... oh, something longer and

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

My eyes closed. “Eyes on me, Celine.” I forced them open. He was stroking himself, his fist moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my working fingers. The obscenity of it—spread out on my professor’s desk, masturbating for him sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. This was better than what I wrote. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a drug. “Make that pretty pussy clench. I want to see you cum.”,

She added two her fingers to our pussies and pumped fast. We kept going until both of us were shaking and dripping sweat. We lay there panting, her fingers still lazily circling my swollen clit. "Told you college was fun," she whispered. I just nodded, my hidden fantasies now real and messy all over us. My ass felt used and sore in the best way, and I already wanted more.

I was too eager to get fucked than to care about how I looked. My heart slammed in excitement as I closed the door of my room as softly as possible. Except for the sound of my own breathing, the house was enveloped in a pindrop silence. As I tiptoed down the corridor, I brought my hand up to my chest. Feeling my breasts through my clothes, I confirmed that they were indeed hard. They needed to be sucked badly, just like my pussy needed to be ate and fucked. After weeks of using my hands and my toys, I wanted a real thing. My body craved the touch of another human. And Darren was willing to do that. I would never forget the way his eyes glinted when I made the offer to him. Ever since, my min

He worked his fingers in and out and the. “I want you inside of me, James,” I said amidst my moans and then he laid me gently on the bed and stared at me for a while. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. He leaned in to kiss me again and then I got on top of him. I had never done that with a stranger before and I couldn’t really believe it; I was doing that. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt

Then, without pause, he began to slam hard into her, wickedly, brutally pounding into her, each thrust a deliberate assault on her senses. "Oh my God, look at that ass," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. His brain was shaking, a primal haze descending over him. He couldn't bear it, couldn't hold back the raw hunger that had been building for days. The lady in his hands, beneath him, was the most enticing thing he had ever felt, ever tasted, ever craved. Ever since that moment when he had fucked her hard in this very hotel, her image, her scent, the feel of her body had been seared into his mind. He hadn't been able to take her mind away from his face, her scent from his nostrils. He w